The life and times of one woman, a remodel, two kids, and a memory of her former career. I ask myself the same questions I hope crosses everyone's mind... Why don't they invent drive thru everythings? What does the term homemaker really imply? When did my wardrobe include spitup?

3/24/08

We spent last weekend with my parents for a Pre Easter Celebration. My mother nicely asked if it would be okay to do a "little Easter egg hunt" while we visited. After Shelby hunted down 18 plastic eggs chock full of candy, stickers, play jewelry and socks, good old grandma followed it up with humongous gift bags stuffed with beach towels, clothes and hats for both girls. Woah. Apparently, Grandma was pretty excited about Easter.When the real day finally arrived, Shelby awoke to a small basket of goodies and a few candy filled eggs. A hat, some socks, and some play jewelry...pretty much a repeat of everything her grandmother had lavishly spoiled her with last weekend. She surveyed the loot, checked her little sister's even tinier basket for anything more impressive and then stated, "But I didn't get much for Easter today!"I can't wait to hear what she says to John's mom at our Post Easter dinner tomorrow night.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, champagne in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”